<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2026 22:00:05 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/created/steempoweredstories/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[A Banquet Of Blood - Steem Powered Stories]]></title><description><![CDATA[Dominic laid back on his chair, finally sated. All around him, his banquet guests were slowly dying, their veins torn open, their crimson lifeblood flowing freely on the immaculate white marble tabletop.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/steempoweredstories/@snarksnark/a-banquet-of-blood-steem-powered-stories</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/steempoweredstories/@snarksnark/a-banquet-of-blood-steem-powered-stories</guid><category><![CDATA[steempoweredstories]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[snarksnark]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2018 07:02:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/C3TZR1g81UNaPs7vzNXHueW5ZM76DSHWEY7onmfLxcK2iNuUc8UiyeJrMQzZYgNHicw6bSzcTWAnq5q8Pemzjv5k9UBpD7wB16qEVmiiPUDr4Cp9bcThLx6?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Uncaught - Steem Powered Stories]]></title><description><![CDATA[The guard shone her lantern on Moher’s pale face and her eyes went wide in shock. “Thief!”, she cried, and turned to run, presumably to alarm the rest of the patrolmen. 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The woman is staring daggers at me and my pastrami sandwich.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/chronocrypto-dystopian/@snarksnark/the-things-i-do-for-gertie-flash-dystopian-fiction-500-entry</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/chronocrypto-dystopian/@snarksnark/the-things-i-do-for-gertie-flash-dystopian-fiction-500-entry</guid><category><![CDATA[chronocrypto-dystopian]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[snarksnark]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2018 22:05:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZoqeWjoBWTjJdK1XZFiZt1KVPgSLeh5ckE8A5dUqGpqh6pBfGqPqRNrdNK7GUs9ZeNr7uumWaz?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Metamorphosis Of Bertrand Quail - Steem Powered Stories]]></title><description><![CDATA[Boiling, blackened flesh drips off my body, melding with the cinders of the Forefathers, forming the blessed ichor from which I shall reshape myself in Their image. 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